It’s easy enough to put up with weak jokes and bad puns, but Mervyn would laugh hilariously at his own cleverness.

“Two five year olds were talking,” said Mervyn. “One said to the other, I just found a condom on the patio. The other one said, what’s a patio?”

Mervyn would go into paroxysms of uncontrollable-disgusting-high-pitched chortles. It’s easy enough to put up with paroxysms of uncontrollable-disgusting-high-pitched chortles, but Mervyn would laugh hilariously at his own joke before he finished telling it. In fact, he would go into paroxysms of uncontrollable-disgusting-high-pitched chortles before he even started.

Even though he was a raging, loud, guffawing extravert who would go into paroxysms of uncontrollable-disgusting-high-pitched chortles before he even started to tell a joke, no one was surprised when he was found hanging in his garage.

He was always a bit of a misfit. He wasn’t much liked. I believe that’s why he did himself in. I suppose we should’ve been a bit more sensitive, but it’s nice to have a bit of peace and quiet for a change.